Post by xToTheENDx on Dec 27, 2007 14:55:28 GMT -5
Title: Aries [Oneshot]
Author: Me!
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, sort of
Rating: PG-13
POV: Gerard's
Disclaimer: Not real, Gerard is nowwhere near this arrogant.
Author's notes: I only take the bad side of the zodiac signs.
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ARIES
A man from Aries can be arrogant, intolerant, aggressive, rude, stubborn, violent, egocentric, very possessive and rushed, especially when his wills are not attended.
You gotta keep perspective.
I’ve always known that. You’ve got to keep the perspective; the purpose. Otherwise you lose control.
Control is primordial for people like me. I have to possess things and people. Control them. Tell them what to do and think. What to say, how to behave.
The lack of control is what keeps me from going down. The lack of control made me give up poisons because they were taking the control from me. It’s what keeps me sane right now. The shadows can’t threaten to engulf me because I’m in control. I can yell, and tell them to go away. No demon can be up against me. And that’s why I stand up and scream at the walls. I can feel them vibrate, I can feel the demanding chords ripping from within my throat and core and flying to penetrate the silence and the shadows. To penetrate the darkness that confines me. To make it get ripped and bleed echoes from my voice all over the room.
I can scream, and I will scream again if I need to because I need to make the first move. I hate waiting to have a fight; I would stand up and make my sword rip through nothing if it means that I’m making the first move. I have to keep in charge. I have to keep the perspective.
And if I am alone right now it's because nobody truly understands me. They like my persona, but not me. I get dark inside and I get violent. I get cruel and demanding, but that’s who I am. I need to be in control and if that means I have to jump on your throat and make you bleed from your eyeballs until they pop out, that’s what I will do. If it’s my turn to speak then you will shut up. If I speak for too long, you will remain quiet. If it’s my spotlight then you will get under my shadow. If it’s my possession then you’ll keep your hands off of it. If you don’t, I will personally teach you how to f*cking listen to me.
I get jealous. I get jealous because I have the right to get jealous if I want to get jealous. Because if I love people; then I have to control them to keep them around me. I can twist their minds so their brains get completely blank like zombies. I can’t help it if they are weak and stupid. That’s exactly why they are like this; so they can be mine. All of them. I love weak people; because I love to control them. Because that’s the perspective, that’s the way things are.
I have my brother, and I'll have him forever. This one I know for sure will never escape. I had too much access to his mind. I made him too dependent of me. I controlled him since we were kids. I suppressed his personality. I made good and sure he was mine. I damaged him; I made him need me like a drug. He doesn’t have opinions of his own; he doesn’t know how to do anything without asking me. Stuttering, voice low, fingers trembling, eyes down. Pathetic. Perfect. The things he has and knows are all approved by me. He has Alicia, because I let him have her. Let them play their fairy-tale; but he is mine. He needs my permission for everything. I made him mine. He’ll never get away. He knows he won’t survive without me. Mikey; I’m proud of the work I did on him.
I have Toro; because I lead him perfectly. I have him because I seduced him the right way. I have him because I complimented everything he did from the day we met. I stroked his ego for years and I still do. I trick him. I say all the things he wants to hear. I say he is the most amazing guitarist I’ve ever met (which is true, but anyway), I say the band would be nothing without him (even though everybody knows that band would indeed be nothing without me), I say he is my brother (because I know he worships me so), I say he is good-looking (narcissist people don’t have a clue about that) and I even say he looks good with his hair straitened. I do it with the sweetest tone in my voice. I do it so I can trap him. And I trapped him. He is mine. He won’t go away because without me he has no self-esteem.
I have Frank. I have him because he is naive; I have him because I know he likes to be treated and spoiled like a child. I treat him right, I teach him things, I make him feel smart. I insinuate myself to him, I turn him on, I make him doubt his sexuality. I make myself addicting to him. He was homophobic when I met him, today he is my puppet and that’s why I have him. Because he loves it. He loves to be on the edge and challenging himself. He loves the way I make him feel. He might be straight but he can’t get enough of me. I did it well; I worked my effects on him. That’s why I have him; because I’m his lethal dose of adrenaline.
I have Bob. And I’ll tell you what; he was the hardest to crack. He was just too strong, too focused and not vulnerable. I didn’t know how to get myself to own him. He didn’t look like he admitted to be owned. But I don’t admit to not owning people. So I tried to find his weakness. And then I realized his weakness was respect. I have him because I act respectful. He is respectful and devoted to work, so I became like this as well. He is discreet, so I keep space. I let him be reserved. He liked it. He came closer. He thought he had found somebody who respected him. And I got him trapped to me. I have him because he loves the way I treat him. He loves how I respect him. He started to respect me, too. He gave me the most precious emotion he could; and I owned him. I have Bob, because we respect each other.
I have the fans. Because I’m their savior and I built myself into it. They are all mine; thousands and thousands of teenagers under my control. Fascinated by me, worshipping me, belonging to me, needing me. Following my rules, because I tell them to. Because I lead them. Because I control them.
I have them all, they are all mine. I control them and I’m keeping perspective. Because it doesn’t matter if I am alone right now, I know they won’t go anywhere because they can’t survive without me. I know demons won’t come too close now because I own them too. I know the darkness within me won’t overwhelm me because I’m in control. Because I am keeping the perspective.
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Inspired by "Megalomania" by Muse.
Comments?
Author: Me!
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, sort of
Rating: PG-13
POV: Gerard's
Disclaimer: Not real, Gerard is nowwhere near this arrogant.
Author's notes: I only take the bad side of the zodiac signs.
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ARIES
A man from Aries can be arrogant, intolerant, aggressive, rude, stubborn, violent, egocentric, very possessive and rushed, especially when his wills are not attended.
You gotta keep perspective.
I’ve always known that. You’ve got to keep the perspective; the purpose. Otherwise you lose control.
Control is primordial for people like me. I have to possess things and people. Control them. Tell them what to do and think. What to say, how to behave.
The lack of control is what keeps me from going down. The lack of control made me give up poisons because they were taking the control from me. It’s what keeps me sane right now. The shadows can’t threaten to engulf me because I’m in control. I can yell, and tell them to go away. No demon can be up against me. And that’s why I stand up and scream at the walls. I can feel them vibrate, I can feel the demanding chords ripping from within my throat and core and flying to penetrate the silence and the shadows. To penetrate the darkness that confines me. To make it get ripped and bleed echoes from my voice all over the room.
I can scream, and I will scream again if I need to because I need to make the first move. I hate waiting to have a fight; I would stand up and make my sword rip through nothing if it means that I’m making the first move. I have to keep in charge. I have to keep the perspective.
And if I am alone right now it's because nobody truly understands me. They like my persona, but not me. I get dark inside and I get violent. I get cruel and demanding, but that’s who I am. I need to be in control and if that means I have to jump on your throat and make you bleed from your eyeballs until they pop out, that’s what I will do. If it’s my turn to speak then you will shut up. If I speak for too long, you will remain quiet. If it’s my spotlight then you will get under my shadow. If it’s my possession then you’ll keep your hands off of it. If you don’t, I will personally teach you how to f*cking listen to me.
I get jealous. I get jealous because I have the right to get jealous if I want to get jealous. Because if I love people; then I have to control them to keep them around me. I can twist their minds so their brains get completely blank like zombies. I can’t help it if they are weak and stupid. That’s exactly why they are like this; so they can be mine. All of them. I love weak people; because I love to control them. Because that’s the perspective, that’s the way things are.
I have my brother, and I'll have him forever. This one I know for sure will never escape. I had too much access to his mind. I made him too dependent of me. I controlled him since we were kids. I suppressed his personality. I made good and sure he was mine. I damaged him; I made him need me like a drug. He doesn’t have opinions of his own; he doesn’t know how to do anything without asking me. Stuttering, voice low, fingers trembling, eyes down. Pathetic. Perfect. The things he has and knows are all approved by me. He has Alicia, because I let him have her. Let them play their fairy-tale; but he is mine. He needs my permission for everything. I made him mine. He’ll never get away. He knows he won’t survive without me. Mikey; I’m proud of the work I did on him.
I have Toro; because I lead him perfectly. I have him because I seduced him the right way. I have him because I complimented everything he did from the day we met. I stroked his ego for years and I still do. I trick him. I say all the things he wants to hear. I say he is the most amazing guitarist I’ve ever met (which is true, but anyway), I say the band would be nothing without him (even though everybody knows that band would indeed be nothing without me), I say he is my brother (because I know he worships me so), I say he is good-looking (narcissist people don’t have a clue about that) and I even say he looks good with his hair straitened. I do it with the sweetest tone in my voice. I do it so I can trap him. And I trapped him. He is mine. He won’t go away because without me he has no self-esteem.
I have Frank. I have him because he is naive; I have him because I know he likes to be treated and spoiled like a child. I treat him right, I teach him things, I make him feel smart. I insinuate myself to him, I turn him on, I make him doubt his sexuality. I make myself addicting to him. He was homophobic when I met him, today he is my puppet and that’s why I have him. Because he loves it. He loves to be on the edge and challenging himself. He loves the way I make him feel. He might be straight but he can’t get enough of me. I did it well; I worked my effects on him. That’s why I have him; because I’m his lethal dose of adrenaline.
I have Bob. And I’ll tell you what; he was the hardest to crack. He was just too strong, too focused and not vulnerable. I didn’t know how to get myself to own him. He didn’t look like he admitted to be owned. But I don’t admit to not owning people. So I tried to find his weakness. And then I realized his weakness was respect. I have him because I act respectful. He is respectful and devoted to work, so I became like this as well. He is discreet, so I keep space. I let him be reserved. He liked it. He came closer. He thought he had found somebody who respected him. And I got him trapped to me. I have him because he loves the way I treat him. He loves how I respect him. He started to respect me, too. He gave me the most precious emotion he could; and I owned him. I have Bob, because we respect each other.
I have the fans. Because I’m their savior and I built myself into it. They are all mine; thousands and thousands of teenagers under my control. Fascinated by me, worshipping me, belonging to me, needing me. Following my rules, because I tell them to. Because I lead them. Because I control them.
I have them all, they are all mine. I control them and I’m keeping perspective. Because it doesn’t matter if I am alone right now, I know they won’t go anywhere because they can’t survive without me. I know demons won’t come too close now because I own them too. I know the darkness within me won’t overwhelm me because I’m in control. Because I am keeping the perspective.
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Inspired by "Megalomania" by Muse.
Comments?